All that existed was Jace; all she felt, hoped, breathed, wanted, and saw was Jace. Nothing else mattered.

I think they’ll probably put that on my gravestone. ‘He Was Heterosexual and Had Low Expectations.

I've heard the word 'fear'. I simply choose to believe it doesn't apply to me.

Catching sight of himself in the long mirrors that ran along the walls, he stiffened in shock...His eyes were surrounded by black shadows, his shirt smeared with dried blood and filthy mud...
"Admiring yourself?" The Inquisitor's voice cut through his reverie. "You won't look so pretty when the Clave gets through with you."
"You do seem obsessed with my look...Could it be that you're attracted to me?"
"Don't be revolting...You could be my son.

I can see why you like it here, there's a thin layer of nerd all over everything.

This one incident I will not allow you to shrug off!"
"I wasn't planning to," Jace said. "I can't shrug anything off. My shoulder's dislocated."
-Hodge & Jace, pg.296-